After a few weeks of feeling amazing and life flowing nicely, I have had a hard week in the grief department. I am assuming it is because of Easter, and I assume holidays are always going to be hard. I talked it out with my husband and a close friend, and I just need to own my grief. It has only been 12 weeks, so it is still fresh and raw at certain times.
Thursdays are always a day where I feel a wave of emotion, and I relive parts of that day again every week. My stepmom must feel the same way because she sent me this picture of the flowers she put on my Dad’s grave this Thursday.
Shopping always helps me feel a little better, so on Saturday, my daughter and I went and picked out some new spring-y placemats and napkins to brighten up our kitchen. We use cloth napkins at every meal, so many of our linens have seen better days. We went through all our old placemats and cloth napkins and got rid of the old ones and organized the good ones. (Organizing always feels good, right?)
I think red wine and red meat are the cure for most things, so Saturday night we went to dinner with 3 other couples. We went to Amor de Brazil and ate our weight in meat. The lamb was my favorite, but it was all amazing. Mostly, it was so nice to laugh, and visit with friends.
These two cuties had a visit from the Easter Bunny. My daughter told me this weekend that she doesn’t believe in the Easter Bunny anymore. She said she knows a rabbit couldn’t possibly hop into a house and leave goodies. (She is almost 12, so I knew this was coming.) Luckily, she lives in a household where we talk about Jesus, she sees my husband and in prayer and knows the real meaning of Easter.
We were able to purchase lilies in honor or memory of loved ones at church. We bought four in memory of my grandparents, Daniel’s grandmother and my dad. The Easter service at church today was beautiful-especially the music, complete with brass instruments, hand bells, and the choir.
My house is quiet now. My husband is out doing yard work, my kids are out playing. I just finished straightening up the house for a family dinner this evening. Next, I’m headed to the studio to teach my Sunday afternoon yogis. Counting my blessings.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. — John 3:16